Welcome to Narnia.
…or as some might say, Mother Earth’s vagina.
As we sit here eating Mike’s Pastries, Mark scarfing down the tiramisu and myself slurping up the last of the red velvet cupcake, we discuss gay men we wish were straight or, more frequently, straight men we wish were gay.
Me and Mary Jane and Mark. Just the way we like it.
As recently stated to his tiramisu, “oh my god, my last bite…”
That’s an interesting start to the night. Here, Near, and Queer. Peace.
M&M
